“[Exiting the clay oven where they were lured by a learn-to-speak French tape] Hello, I want my book. Bonjour, je veux mon livre.”
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“Winnie: Why was I cursed with such idiots sisters? Sarah: Just lucky I guess.”
“I smell children!”
“I suggest we form a calming circle.”
“Oh, look. Another glorious morning. Makes me sick!”